Picasso Would Understand My Slightly Sad Sundays

Sundays are slightly depressing to me. It gets to you when you hear fifty-two or so Sundays a year that nuclear nightmares are lurking just slightly around the corner and that the United Nations is days away from passing out free "Mark of the Beast" cards to the evilly loyal, cutting off the food supply from the rest of us more sanctified folks.

Sundays are my 'Picasso' days. Good sense is slightly out of focus, slightly distorted. I don't listen to the news, read the Bible (hold the 'Gasp!' factor down...I still read it the other days), or go to church. I'm just not quite that brave on Sundays. If the current President is washing the country down the world drain I beg you not to tell me on a Sunday.

My limited opinion of Picasso's slashing angles and misplaced noses tells me he had distorted views on Sundays too.

Thankfully I feel less and less like the terrified creature... I am evolving into a slightly distorted yet more contained cube of irrational fears.

Anyone else have slightly Picasso Sundays? If so please tell me how you survive the day by comment or if you've read or written an article with Sunday survival ideas please add the link in Mr. Linky. I am going to link Elizabeth Esther's post on Bible reading- good stuff. Don't forget to add a comment describing why you chose that particular post to link.

Maybe with time Picasso Sundays will become Monet or Degas Sundays filled with lightly dappled hope or the extended arm of peace.
Till then I will take it easy on Sundays, watch a few episodes of 'Antique Roadshow' or 'Deadliest Catch' and listen to Miranda Lee Richards sing "Life Boat".